Long Island's affluent neighborhood.

On the table, the phone rang.

The butler took the earpiece, listened a few words, and walked to the pool.

"Sir, your phone."

"Who?"

"Mr. Haney at the Manhattan School of Music!"

In the pool, a swimming man lifts his face from underwater.

Under the wet black hair, the delicate face, the deep blue eyes, like the sea.

Swimming past the pool, Feng Shen took the phone from the butler's hand and brought it to his ear.

"Mr. Haney?"

"There is a percussion performance in our academy tonight, and I have reserved tickets for you and Miss Feng Nuan, do you think you have time to come?"

Feng Shen raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the open window of the study on the second floor.

"What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock."

"Okay, we'll come."

"Okay!"

Handing the mobile phone to the housekeeper, Feng Shen grabbed and walked out of the pool, took the bath towel handed by the housekeeper and draped it on his body.

"Xiao Nuan!"

"What's the matter?"

On the side of the study, a girl appeared, holding half of the book in her hand.

"Ready, let's go to the show tonight, jazz percussion you like!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Long live my brother!" Feng Nuan put down the book in her hand, jumped directly from the terrace and landed in the pool, her face surfaced from under the water, she raised her hand to wipe the water on her face, "Brother, I love you!" ”

After speaking, the little girl plunged directly into the water.

She was splashed all over her body with water droplets, but the wind was heavy but she just laughed.

"Be careful to hurt you next time!"

"I won't!"

Feng Nuan swam a few laps of water like a mermaid before coming out, surfing the surface and swimming to the edge of the pool where he stood, reaching out to pull her out of the pool, Feng Shen raised his hand to help her straighten the messy hair on her shoulders.

"Why don't you go to the shower and change your clothes?!"

"Don't worry, I'll be soon!"

The towel was not answered, and she turned around and ran back to the living room soaking wet.

"Arrange the car and get dinner ready."

Giving a command to the housekeeper, Feng Shen followed her upstairs and returned to his bedroom.

He took a shower in the bathroom, dried his hair and walked into the cloakroom, took the shirt and trousers from the shelves and put them on his body, opened the drawer, and took the red button from it and stuffed it into his pocket.

Over the years, habitual movements have long become a kind of physical memory.

With his hand in his pocket, he played with the button, and he stepped out of the room.

On the other side, Feng Nuan also happened to change his clothes and came out, and he couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw him.

"Brother, we're going to listen to percussion, not to a concert!"

This is her hobby, not Feng Shen's hobby, for the things that these young people like now, Feng Shen has never understood much, he only likes to listen to the piano.

Feng Nuan grabbed his arm, pushed him back into the cloakroom, glanced around, and removed a T-shirt and slacks from the shelf.

"That'...... Put it on! ”

Feng Shen stretched out his hand to take it, and she reached over to help him take off his coat and shook it slightly.

In mid-air, a red light flashed, and a button landed on the floor with a soft sound.

Before Feng Nuan bent over to pick it up, Feng Shen reached over for the first time, picked up the button, and carefully blew the dust that didn't exist on it.

"Brother, you ......"

Noticing the buttons between the man's fingers, Feng Nuan wanted to stop talking.

Feng Shen snapped his fingers and held the button in the palm of his hand.

"I want to change my clothes, you go upstairs and wait for me first!"

His gaze swept over his palm, and Feng Nuan nodded and walked out of the cloakroom.

Walking out of the cloakroom, she helped him close the door, and saw Feng Shen raising his right hand and holding the button in front of him.